Remembering the Fallen:
Total Drama Holocaust
A Remembrance of the Holocaust Survivors
A/N: This story is mature for sexual themes, violence, and drugs. Do not read this story of you hate Jew's (I am one), World War 2, the Nazi's (them losing the war) or if you are a white supremacists.
Duncan's Pov
I wake up, sweating my face off. I'm a little lost, and I have no clue where I am. I'm lying on a bed in a… room. It looks German. Could it all have been a dream? All of it? I feel like I haven't moved in a while. My hands and muscles are very relaxed. To relaxed. I notice my arm has a bandage over it.
"Aghh!" I scream in pain. "Damn! The pain!"
Trent comes into the room.
"Holy… shit…" Trent says amazed. "You're awake!" he says hugging me.
"I'm not a tree." I say kicking him back. "And what do you mean asleep?"
"Well…" he says sitting down. "Ezekiel and Justin shot at you. They only shot your arm but… then you feel unconscious."
So it wasn't a dream.
"Then what?" I ask.
"Then me and Noah came out and killed them. Both. Dead like dinner." Trent says.
"How long have I been out? A few days? A few hours?"
He doesn't respond."
"Trent tell me!" I shout.
"Before I rush into things and explain what's happened in the last 6 months you've been out cold lying in the bed dreaming" he says leaving the room "we have reason to believe the girl you knew, Courtney, was assinated along with many others in that hell hole we once called home."
He left.
And I did what I had done best for the last six months.
Dreamed,
TO BE CONTINUED
Note: This is not a real story, but based on real events of the Holocaust. All of the characters who are named belong to Teletoon and Cartoonnetwork. This is not intended to be racist but to be dramatic, romantic, and informative. Also, this will have more mature themes.